Girls -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction
The station stood on a hill. As she climbed it, Elsie decided to ask the
agent, whom she knew slightly, to telephone to the parsonage after the
train had gone to say that something had called her away, and that Mrs.
Moss would explain. Fearing lest he might forget the latter clause, she
stopped and wrote the message out. As she did so, it came to her that
they might think she had gone away with her stepmother, and wouldn't be
disturbed.
As she took up her satchel again, she heard some one behind her on the
wooden walk. Kate had come by the direct way, but she had stopped to put
a skirt and jacket over her kitchen-dress and to squeeze her feet into
boots to hide the holes in her stockings. Warm with the extra clothing
and the unusual effort, Kate actually panted as she caught up to Elsie
and seized hold of her as if she were rescuing her from drowning.
"Why, Katy, has anything happened?" the girl inquired anxiously.
"Anything happened? Well, I like that!" ejaculated Kate between her
gasps. "No, nothin's happened yet, but I suspicioned something was
a-goin' to and so I hiked along after you. What are you a-doin' up here
and himself gettin' all tired out at that library?"
Elsie's heart sank yet lower. "There won't be many in to-day, Katy," she
said meekly. "And anyhow--but don't keep me, Katy, I must----"
"No, you mustn't, Miss Elsie, no such thing. You're a-comin' straight
home with your own Katy. Do you want your aunt a-fallin' down in one of
her heart-spells, and her so well and happy for the first time sence I
come? She'll have one sure's you're born if you ain't there for your
supper--and me after makin' shepherd's pie!"
Elsie paled. "Oh, Katy, I can't go back, honestly I can't, but you'll
make it right with them, won't you? Tell them I _had_ to go and
she--Mrs. Moss--will explain when she comes back."
"You just come back yourself and wait for her, Miss Elsie. The missus
will have one of them flop-overs the first thing if you don't, and then
for himself to come home tired from the library and find her in that
state and you not by to break it to him, and him not so young as he was
once, you know!"
Tears streamed down the girl's distressed face. Kate took her satchel
while she got out her pocket-handkerchief, and then would not loose her
hold on it. Elsie started on, Kate by her side.
"If you're bound to go, then, you might as well get two tickets, for I'm
goin' with you," the latter said stoutly.
Elsie looked at her in amazement.
"Sure thing. If you go, I go," Kate insisted.
"But, Katy, you wouldn't do such a thing? You wouldn't leave--them?"
"Indeed I would," Kate returned exultantly, feeling that she had scored.
"I'll go by the same train. I've got some money in my stocking. I
couldn't face the music with her in a dead faint, and himself like as not
havin' a shock."
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